He leaned forward a little and I felt his hand cradling the back of my head. We were motionless for a few seconds while my body was desperately trying to accommodate his size.
"I can stop," he choked out.
"I don't want you to stop," I whispered, meeting his gaze. "I want you to go harder." I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs around his waist, the heels of my feet on his ass.
He waited a second, looking at me with those black lust-consumed eyes, then with one powerful thrust drove his cock into my pussy, burying it to the hilt.
I cried out, shaken from the sudden intrusion.
It made me dizzy—fusing with him like this, becoming one. My eyes rolled back and I lost myself to the sensation for a moment.
I heard a broken groan. It sounded as if he was unraveling with me.
"I want you so bad," I whispered. "I never wanted anything or anyone so much."
He moved, withdrawing his cock a little, then slamming it into me. I shuddered, grabbed onto him tighter. He pulled out and snapped his hips back in, stretching me even more.
"Is that how you like it?" he gritted out.
I nodded, several feverish movements of my chin.
He thrust again. And again. And again. Exactly the way I asked him to. Raw and hard.
He fucked me like he meant it. Like he wanted to erase every bad thing that had ever happened to me. Like he wanted to imprint his body onto mine.
I felt myself building, every nerve on fire. It went on and on until he slipped his hands underneath me, and lifted me up from the bedsheets. His cock was inside me while we changed positions. Suddenly, he was seated and I was straddling him. My knees were buried into the mess of blankets.
I leaned in and kissed his lips. He traced the inside of my mouth with his tongue.
"You taste amazing," he murmured as he grabbed my hips and guided me up and down along his length, creating a brutal kind of pace that I was hardly able to keep up.
The shift in angle made me feel new, absolutely devastatingly unimaginable things. His cock was hitting some magical spot inside me that had me seeing stars and fireworks and the supernova. I was shaking with need and lust.
It was the kind of madness that brought incredible bliss, and I didn't want it to end.
One minute time froze and the next it morphed into an eternity. The room was filled with our moans and sounds of skin slapping and the bed's rattle across the concrete floor.
I couldn't find the right words to describe what we were doing. It wasn't lovemaking, as we didn't share that kind of relationship. At least, that's what I thought. But we weren't complete strangers either. Calling it more than an act of sex didn't seem right. But also didn't seem wrong.
That's how my hazy mind rationalized this in those rare pockets of clarity that hit me when I wasn't on my way to another climax.
God, no man had ever made me come so many times before in one go.
I was swimming, a series of clouds scattered across the sky. And he was the lightning. All hard muscle and damp tangled hair and ragged breathing of a man on the verge of something monumental.
We fucked and fucked until my body couldn't take it anymore, until every part of me was sweaty and exhausted and ready to finally break apart. It was as though he released millions of sparkles into my bloodstream. They all went off at the same time.
My pussy spasmed around his throbbing cock.
His body stiffened.
I felt the change in his punishing rhythm, heard his choked grunt as he tried to hold out just a bit longer, to make it last another second.
I climaxed so hard I forgot where I was, forgot who I was. I screamed his name and bit his shoulder while he held me in his strong arms. The orgasm that poured over me was so strong, the edges of my vision darkened. I even thought I checked out for a fraction of a second. Was this even possible? Was this that mysterious nirvana?
He came almost at the same time, head thrown back, mouth open, and I watched his face through the blur in my eyes as it happened. Watched all his lines go slack. Watched the drops of sweat on his skin. Watched his pulse vibrate on the side of his neck.
In his moment of vulnerability, his beauty shone through despite all the darkness and misery enveloping him. And even though only for a short while, he was mine, he belonged to me.
